Fukurō Myōga
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Ninja Rank: D Rank
XP: 2
Ninjutsu: 7
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 3
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Post by Fukurō Myōga on Sept 9, 2023 13:43:07 GMT 10
It was likely Kuroda Uchiha had felt at least a slight sense of unease these past few days. A lingering feeling of being watched, or like his own shadow was out to get him. That feeling when you suddenly turn around expecting to catch someone following you. Yet there's nothing there but the wind.
In truth that shadow was the presence of Fukurō Myōga. Whom had been stalking the Uchiha Lord, learning what he could. Figuring out his schedule, and more importantly. Working out when exactly he wasn't flanked by by his closest companions. Which as it turned out, wasn't often at all. Fukurō was confident in his abilities, but he wasn't reckless enough to take on three Uchiha at the same time. That wasn't confidence, that was arrogance. And arrogance lead to dead Assassins, as it had been with the Daimyo's last failed batch. Technically his orders were to observe and come in as backup if they needed it, but the sheer incompetence they had displayed had left him distinctly unimpressed. And he wasn't about to risk his neck for fools.
So it had been that he'd done them the honour of swiftly taking their lives before the rest of them could start blathering about things the Uchiha didn't need to know.
Now he stood atop a formation of rocks. Hidden in the darkness of the night. If his information was accurate. Kuroda Uchiha would be passing by here on his way home. And for once, wouldn't have his precious bodyguards by his side.
As the Uchiha Lord approached he would soon find four daggers of pure darkness slicing through the air towards him.
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Kuroda Uchiha
Member
Ninja Rank: D
XP: 48
Ninjutsu: 9
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 1
Minion 1: Hana Uchiha
Stats (NTGTTSS): 6/1/1/1/2/1/3
Minion 2: Yagura Uchiha
Stats (NTGTTSS): 5/5/1/1/1/1/1
Minion 3: Ginneko
Stats (NTGTTSS): 1/4/1/1/1/4/3
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Post by Kuroda Uchiha on Sept 12, 2023 18:47:20 GMT 10
Kuroda had, for the first time in weeks, decided to be off on his own. Much to Hana and Yagura's great disdain, but he felt the need to be alone. Not to brood, but to consider everything that had happened so far. The Fire Temple invasion, meeting Arata Namikaze, Yosuru Shin and his Clan, Masshiro Kurama... and the ambush in the Forest of Death.
Hana and Yagura argued, of course. But he needed to think - and so sent them ahead. Kuroda had gone a bit off track, though intentionally, until he arrived in the shadow of the two great statues. Kuroda gazed up at them, wondering at his choices both past and present. Was taking the Fire Temple the right way to secure the Uchiha Clan against aggression? Well, it seemed so now - if what Yosuru implied was true... then the Fire Daimyo somehow knew that Kuroda, or at least an Uchiha, had infiltrated the Temple.
"...If so..." Kuroda mutters, closing his eyes. "...If the Fire Daimyo wishes to make an enemy of the Uchiha... then so be it."
It was at this point that a sharp, barely perceptible whistling catches Kuroda's ears. Kuroda turns on his heel, drawing his short sword as he does in a single fluid motion! He barely sees the incoming objects, managing to deflect two of them. One grazes against in the cloth over his shoulder, and another takes his hat clean off! Kuroda leaps away, retreating behind a stone pillar at first.
It was too dark to get a good look at anything, so he chose the next best thing - Kuroda weaves a short set of hand signs, and spews flames at the ground! A ring of flames leap to life, creating a burning wall and bathing the area in its bright light! Kuroda straightens his posture, leering beyond the flames at the surrounding area.
"Show yourself, assassin!" Kuroda barks.
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Fukurō Myōga
Member
Ninja Rank: D Rank
XP: 2
Ninjutsu: 7
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 3
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Post by Fukurō Myōga on Oct 17, 2023 23:17:50 GMT 10
Fukurō tuts in mild annoyance as his strikes barely even graze his foe. Of course he wasn't expecting the Lord of the Uchiha to go down like a chump or something as foolish as that, it was that he was denied the satisfaction of a swift execution that he so delighted in. When targets survived they always wanted to engage in silly small talk. Always things like 'Who are you?' and 'Why are you doing this?' and his favourite of all 'Wait...who's blood is that?' It was just pointless time wasting when he could be moving on to better things. Then again, he supposed it was a good thing. The Daimyo didn't exactly want Kuroda dead per se. But accidents happen.
It was pointless to continue hiding after a strike like that. Any self-respecting Ninja would sniff out his position in short order. And this was the Uchiha leader, it was probably best to at least attempt to parlay before Kuroda started slicing through the shadows. As such Fukurō stepped out from behind his cover and walked forwards, landing on a small platform of pure darkness that lowered him gently to the floor opposite his opponent. His silver hair contrasted in the moonlight with Kuroda's black locks.
"Nary a lie spoken in regards to your talents and your swiftness, Lord Uchiha." He smirks, bowing his head low in a mock show of formality. "Though, I should think that an attack so pathetic wouldn't scratch even the weakest Uchiha." Technically a compliment, but delivered with the sly venom of a viper that didn't want its prey to know it should be offended yet. The Assassin's eyes were drawn to the flickering flames around his quarry. "Ah yes the barrier of fire, so very warm. A fearsome sight indeed. Mayhaps I could see a strong Fireball as well?" He chuckles gently. Though despite his tone it was clear his mocking wasn't from a sense of arrogance or superiority. Fukurō was well aware that Kuroda was no slouch in terms of Ninjutsu strength. He was more curious to see how the Lord would react to prodding of this nature.
"I have a feeling I know your answer already, but humour the question would you? My role here is actually that of a messenger, if you can believe it." He smiles. "The Daimyo of your nation. Itsumi...or whatever his name is. Wishes to make amends with you and your clan. In the search of newfound prosperity. Or something along those lines." To show he wasn't harbouring deceit Fukurō tosses the Daimyo's seal down onto the ground at Kuroda's feet.
"To be honest with you, I'd personally say no. The big snake seems a tad too slimey for my tastes. That said, he is paying me a lot of money either way. So I really don't care what you do."
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Kuroda Uchiha
Member
Ninja Rank: D
XP: 48
Ninjutsu: 9
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 1
Minion 1: Hana Uchiha
Stats (NTGTTSS): 6/1/1/1/2/1/3
Minion 2: Yagura Uchiha
Stats (NTGTTSS): 5/5/1/1/1/1/1
Minion 3: Ginneko
Stats (NTGTTSS): 1/4/1/1/1/4/3
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Post by Kuroda Uchiha on Oct 21, 2023 7:49:07 GMT 10
Kuroda watches the assassin as they slip out of the darkness, coming partially into the light cast by the ring of flames now defending him. His blade, still drawn, is held horizontally at chest level. The assassin speaks, making a somewhat snide suggestion that they weren't actually after Kuroda's life.
He doesn't believe it for a second. They had thrown a weapon at him, obviously hoping to take him down or at least cause him injury. At Fukurō's prodding Kuroda's eyes narrow.
"You'll see plenty of fire tonight, assassin." Kuroda replies flatly. He glances at the scroll thrown just outside his barrier of flames, and then turns his attention back to Fukurō. "You'll understand if I don't pick that up. I'm no stranger to traps - and scrolls can just as easily be a roll of paper bombs."
If the Daimyo wanted to make amends, he would have sent for Kuroda through a delegation, or sending a hawk carrying a letter. Instead, Itsuki had sent assassins. And now that Fukurō stood before him, bringing up the Daimyo at all? Now Kuroda had every reason to believe that an invitation from Itsuki was going to be a double cross.
"The Daimyo has already made his stance with the Uchiha clear." Kuroda says. He takes a step forward, and the ring of flames moves with him, moving over the scroll and catching it within a blaze. "Itsuki's stance on making deals with Clans he doesn't like was already made clear with the fate of the Namikaze Clan. I have no reason to believe any offer from Itsuki is genuine."
Kuroda tilts his head forward, gazing threateningly at Fukurō.
"If you are playing messenger, then you can take my message back to Itsuki - any further aggression will be responded to in kind." he warns. "If Itsuki pushes the Uchiha Clan again, it will mean war."
Kuroda points the tip of his blade at Fukurō.
"Take that message back to the Daimyo - or I can send you back to him with that message pinned to a box with your ashes." Kuroda threatens.
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Fukurō Myōga
Member
Ninja Rank: D Rank
XP: 2
Ninjutsu: 7
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 3
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Post by Fukurō Myōga on Nov 9, 2023 2:16:57 GMT 10
"Bombs? Feh...how very droll. Such an inelegant and unpersonal way of dispatching a target." He rolls his eyes as he keeps pacing back and forth, gaze never wavering from his foe, even as the intensity of the flame's light seems to disappear in the unrelenting darkness of his irises. The Assassin nods his head slowly as his quarry remarks about the fate of the Namikaze clan. "Ah yes, the farmers. A bit of a shoddy job on them. No offense. But it seems like snuffing out the threat was a bit of a half-measure by your Daimyo. I mean, he didn't even take out the leader. That's quite pathetic." He tuts slightly but shrugs. "No matter I suppose, not the job I'm here to do, and sounds like too much of a pain anyway. It's a no-go on the letter and the meeting. Job as messenger completed. That was rather boring." He sighs, talking to himself as if he'd forgotten Kuroda was even there momentarily.
"Gah, to kill the Daimyo or not to kill the Daimyo. He pays well but he's so very dull." He seems to ponder this for a few moments before shaking his head and refocusing on the Uchiha. "Feh, I'll worry about it later. Will you make my trip worthwhile at least? I was supposed to bring back either a supplicant or a corpse."
"Stop teasing me with incineration and blast me already!" He laughs.
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Kuroda Uchiha
Member
Ninja Rank: D
XP: 48
Ninjutsu: 9
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 1
Minion 1: Hana Uchiha
Stats (NTGTTSS): 6/1/1/1/2/1/3
Minion 2: Yagura Uchiha
Stats (NTGTTSS): 5/5/1/1/1/1/1
Minion 3: Ginneko
Stats (NTGTTSS): 1/4/1/1/1/4/3
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Post by Kuroda Uchiha on Nov 10, 2023 18:10:08 GMT 10
The nonchalant way this person held themselves... it made Kuroda's skin crawl. He even seemed more interested in talking to himself at this point! When the messenger does once again address Kuroda, the Uchiha's eyes narrow. Bring back a supplicant, or a corpse. Which meant one thing - since Kuroda turned down the offer, it meant that this person would try to retrieve the corpse. And that, being Kuroda himself.
At the assassin's goading Kuroda waves a hand - and the flaming barrier fizzles out. If the assassin wanted flames - then he'd get scorched!
"You'll be going back empty handed!" Kuroda replies defiantly. Rather than form hand seals, Kuroda draws his short sword! Gripping the hilt tight, Kuroda pours a measure of his Chakra into the weapon, and rushes towards the assassin as his blade sings with an orange glow! If this assassin truly was one of the people that had attacked him before, but kept to the shadows while the others died, then he needed to capture this person!
Depending on what the assassin knows, Kuroda could pry the information out of them back at the Uchiha Village - and then he'd have all the proof he needed to justify a move against the Daimyo. Kuroda closes the distance between him and the assassin, and brings his blade slashing towards the assassin's chest!
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Fukurō Myōga
Member
Ninja Rank: D Rank
XP: 2
Ninjutsu: 7
Taijutsu: 1
Genjutsu: 1
Technique: 1
Toughness: 1
Speed: 1
Stamina: 3
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Post by Fukurō Myōga on Nov 20, 2023 19:11:24 GMT 10
The strike with Kuroda's blade comes faster than Fukurō is anticipating, and as he side-steps he's just a tad too slow in bringing the dark barrier up next to his arm and the blade is just able to slash through his sleeve and nick his skin with its white hot fire searing his flesh. "Sst..." He sharply inhales air through his teeth as he whirls around to face his opponent again. "Cheeky boy..." He grins, running his finger delicately over the cauterized wound. "I wonder if the heat of that blade was worth not allowing me to bleed." He ponders openly as he considers his next move. In these moments he starts to regret slacking off on his own training. He'd been taking easy job after easy job, and the lack of challenge had made him careless. Relying on the fear factor of his shadow jutsu instead of honing his other assets.
If Kuroda decided to keep slashing at him this was going to become an impossible task.
"Feh...fine then...step into my parlour won't you?"
He gives the subtle taunt as the night's darkness starts to shroud him, slightly obscuring him and making his movements harder to track. He uses this opportunity to force a long gap between him and his foe. Striking out with shadowy knives thrown through the night air.
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